The Poetical Works of John Milton, 2±Ç |
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... or thoughts to rest . This only hope relieves me , that the strife With me hath end : all the contest is now ' Twixt God and Dagon ; Dagon hath presumed , Me overthrown , to enter lists with God , His deity comparing and preferring ...
... or thoughts to rest . This only hope relieves me , that the strife With me hath end : all the contest is now ' Twixt God and Dagon ; Dagon hath presumed , Me overthrown , to enter lists with God , His deity comparing and preferring ...
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Refreshment after toil , ease after pain , That have been tired all day without repast And timely rest have wanted ; but , fair virgin , This will restore all soon . Lady . ' Twill not , false traitor ! ' Twill not restore the truth and ...
Refreshment after toil , ease after pain , That have been tired all day without repast And timely rest have wanted ; but , fair virgin , This will restore all soon . Lady . ' Twill not , false traitor ! ' Twill not restore the truth and ...
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These latest scenes confine my roving verse ; To this horizon is my Phoebus bound : His Godlike acts , and his temptations fierce , And former sufferings , other - where are found ; Loud o'er the rest Cremona's trump doth sound ...
These latest scenes confine my roving verse ; To this horizon is my Phoebus bound : His Godlike acts , and his temptations fierce , And former sufferings , other - where are found ; Loud o'er the rest Cremona's trump doth sound ...
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